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Ruby
03:05
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Taken for granted right from the start
A perfect angel is what she was
She ran away from me with all her things and sailed across the world
Always searching for things that never were
A plan I was never party to
Greener pastures you were searching for that never included me
All of a sudden years have passed
She never found that greener grass
In the woods she left me like the tin man without his oil can
Looking back at times that passed
I should have seen it coming fast
She’d be gone without a trace
Fading visions of her pretty face
Ruby, I miss you now and always will
And after those glory days I found my Dorothy
Once upon a time you loved me
You told me you’d take my name
Fairy tales that went down in flames
Then you sailed away, Oh so far way
Oh Ruby, I miss you now and always will
And after those glory days I found my Dorothy
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Pieces
03:30
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Easy, why don’t you stay?
Feel me all around, help me out, I know I’ll try to do the same
We don’t know what happens when we die so why don’t you stick around
Fix me up don’t be afraid
I swear it won’t hurt I’ll always look at you as brave
I’ll take charge and be a man
She put her head down and tried the best she can
Everything about this is so morally misleading to you
All of what I see is myself taking you for granted
Don’t you get the best of me and my brain like to fall in deep a bunch of different ways
In my broken heart you are a piece
I’ll push you all around
It’ll be fun it’s just another round
Fake it now if you please
All I know is you’ll be pleasing me
Everything about this is so morally misleading to you
All of what I see is myself taking you for granted
Don’t you get the best of me and my brain like to fall in deep a bunch of different ways
In my broken heart
Sorry about the other night I’m better off asleep
The wonderland beyond my eyes is just the place for me
I’d like to think of you my girl, a lucid company
Never ending secrets always linger over me
A piece of you is what I choose to hang on
A piece of you is what I choose to hang on
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Gunshot
03:44
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Sunday morning’s got my head all bruised up again
Not for nothin’ but I thought we’d go all the way
Everybody seems to have it all figured out
Caught up in a place that was never for us
Don’t you know that I had a plan to escape?
Only lovers like myself get low in defeat, yeah
Let’s go on an adventure
Leave this town like a gunshot
No one matters but us now
Naked, free and in love
Let’s go out west and see the mountains
Let’s go to California and be ourselves
Heavy thinking never got me anywhere good
Grab a drink, maybe ten, that makes me forget
I thought for once I had that partner in crime
The northeast gets the blues six months of the year
What good comes from being trapped in here because fear of change keeps people wherever they are
Let’s go on an adventure
Leave this town like a gunshot
No one matters but us now
Naked, free and in love
Let’s go out west and see the mountains
Let’s go to California and be ourselves, and be ourselves
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Running to New York
04:08
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Forgetting about how we used to be it’s like I’m running away from the truth
There’s no one around who can heal this pain
I’m like a wounded soldier at war
The chance of survival isn’t all that great
Maybe that’s why we’re meant to be free
These pictures of you now consume my brain
There’s nothing better than being in love
Leave now you’re never gonna see me (The last of us)
That’s all you’ll ever get to know me (The end)
I’m tired of feeling like a loser
We’re like a book that lost its final page
We pressure ourselves that every-thing's ok but we viciously made it worse
The scars from your past became perfectly clear
Wasn’t the hopeless romantic you were
The daily routine completely swallowed us whole
Maybe I don’t know how to have fun
You’re leaving me hanging day by day
There’s nothing worse than being alone
Leave now you’re never gonna see me (The last of us)
That’s all you’ll ever get to know me (The end)
I’m tired of feeling like a loser
We’re like a book that lost its final page
Go out and start a whole new life (There’s nothing left)
Give up and find another good guy (For now)
Your heart is in the big city and I’ll be working hard down in Jersey
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Nightmare
03:39
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In a nightmare, falling to the Earth
I’m going face down right into the ground
What’s the last song I’ll ever get to hear?
And who’s the last eye I’ll ever get to stare?
I’ve always wondered when I’m gonna go
And I am lonely just being on my own
These aren’t dreams now
I swear I’m just a freak
With a gift to live in make believe
Too much thinking of what’s unknown
Eats my body flesh and bone
My grandma told me I’ll be ok
On my birthday and holiday’s
We’re left here to find someone to trust
I’m in a tunnel scared of what’s ahead
But there is nothing, just living in my head
The final hour I never want to know
We’re only people who like to take it slow
Too much thinking of what’s unkown
Eats my body flesh and bone
My grandma told me I’ll be ok on my birthday and holiday's
I’m so tired in a nightmare dreaming of the waking world
I’m so tired in a nightmare dreaming of the waking world
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The Brothers Union Asbury Park, New Jersey
Band. Pair of Brothers. ThebrothersunionNJ@gmail.com
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